A poem for August · Rainy Morning

This evening, after a fit of creative passion, Sam presented us with this tetraptych:

Sam does not respect the seasons, as shown by his Halloween-themed birthday and this work of art.

You may not immediately recognize the subject matter, as he has re-ordered the poem. (Whether this was an accident, I am not sure) Allow me to translate:

Jingle Bells, Batman Smells (notice the upended trash can on his head)

Robin Laid An Egg *(with horror, it would seem)*